Why I haven't moved out...
I know it’s only Thursday… but man am I ready for the weekend. I have nothing planned (yet). I just want to sleep in so bad. This week has turned out to be a lot better than the last. Last week, with at least one project a day, (for what ever reason) I would fuck it up. Whether it be wrong colors, wrong measurements, incorrect sculpt, somehow I would manage to screw it up and have to start over. This week, is way different. I’ve done what I needed to do, and then some, so let’s hope it stays like this.
So here is my funny story for the week.
Last weekend we (my brother, sister, and I) decided to clean the garage and start chucking things we didn’t need. So we started by taking everything out from the garage and onto the drive way, where we would go through it and decide what we would keep and what we would chuck.
So my brother has a couple of dirt bikes, a street bike, a gas scooter and some other motorized toys, well he pulled them all out and my nephew started playing with the motorized scooter. So (for whatever reason) he feelt the need to turn it on, so he keeps it idle, but gives it gas so that it starts smoking up. Well my sister and I don’t mind him and just continue to clean and purge. Well, all of a sudden he starts coughing really loud, so loud, it seems as if he is gasping for air. I figured he just inhaled too much of whatever fumes the gas scooter releases and he is trying to clear it form his throat. Now, my brother (his father) is standing next to him and “dealing” with him, so again, I didn’t mind them, as I figured my brother had the situation under control.
Well after about 2 minutes of him continuing to do this, I walk over to them and ask what hell happened. So my brother smirking, and giggling (with a little black bottle in his hand) says… I found this in the pile of junk and wanted to see if it worked (As he is telling me this he hands me the little black bottle… which turns out to be a small pepper spray can that was given to my sister about 10 years ago when she worked as an on-call social work for the LA Police Department)… well it turns out he sprayed it in the air… and the air blew it back toward the direction of where my nephew was, which lead my nephew to inhale it and start gasping for air.
It took him a good 15 minutes to get through it. Afterwards I asked him what it felt like and all he said was “It felt as if someone was scratching my throat as it was tightening “.
So... you see... reason I haven't moved out... I think subconsciously, I like the entertainment.
So here is my funny story for the week.
Last weekend we (my brother, sister, and I) decided to clean the garage and start chucking things we didn’t need. So we started by taking everything out from the garage and onto the drive way, where we would go through it and decide what we would keep and what we would chuck.
So my brother has a couple of dirt bikes, a street bike, a gas scooter and some other motorized toys, well he pulled them all out and my nephew started playing with the motorized scooter. So (for whatever reason) he feelt the need to turn it on, so he keeps it idle, but gives it gas so that it starts smoking up. Well my sister and I don’t mind him and just continue to clean and purge. Well, all of a sudden he starts coughing really loud, so loud, it seems as if he is gasping for air. I figured he just inhaled too much of whatever fumes the gas scooter releases and he is trying to clear it form his throat. Now, my brother (his father) is standing next to him and “dealing” with him, so again, I didn’t mind them, as I figured my brother had the situation under control.
Well after about 2 minutes of him continuing to do this, I walk over to them and ask what hell happened. So my brother smirking, and giggling (with a little black bottle in his hand) says… I found this in the pile of junk and wanted to see if it worked (As he is telling me this he hands me the little black bottle… which turns out to be a small pepper spray can that was given to my sister about 10 years ago when she worked as an on-call social work for the LA Police Department)… well it turns out he sprayed it in the air… and the air blew it back toward the direction of where my nephew was, which lead my nephew to inhale it and start gasping for air.
It took him a good 15 minutes to get through it. Afterwards I asked him what it felt like and all he said was “It felt as if someone was scratching my throat as it was tightening “.
So... you see... reason I haven't moved out... I think subconsciously, I like the entertainment.
posted by Broo at 8:51 AM
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